I'm back... and I had a dream.
I'm back.. NaNo was a failure. Even though I didn't start posting again until today, I haven't written on that story since the first day of the thing; after that I just didn't spend any time on it. I'm pretty sure I could've done it, I just didn't have the gumption to this time... maybe over this summer I'll try to do something like this again.
Of course, that depends on what I'm going to do with my summer. I'm not entirely certain about that yet, but what I'm thinking for the moment is that I should go home and relax a bit, since I really didn't before. I need to figure out if I like mathematics as much as it seems I do here at St. John's, and one way to do that would be to take some class at UVA over the summer -- if there's one available -- and I could have access to the pool and do all sorts of conditioning sorts of things that don't require weights that I've never done since I've always have access to weights around here. It's just going to be a matter of how much money I'm willing not to make, I think, cuz if I do that, and if my mom won't help me with classes, I'll probably end up losing a fair amount of money unless I have a nice job. I still want to go home, though, even after all that, so I think it's probly something I should really hard to make possible.
Home will be much nicer than being up here, I think... I won't have to worry so much about preparing my own food, and I'll have a lot of time to myself. I'm still in need of learning some discipline: as Lauren said, "It's nice to be brilliant, but sometimes I wish I could trade it in for a little work ethic" -- pretty sure that that applies to me as well. Breaking into the writing business is going to require hard work, if that's what I end up wanting to do, and that's hard work that I haven't done yet.
I had a dream while I was oversleeping this morning, and I did that thing Genna says she does and said it to myself before I was completely awake, so I remember it even now.
I was in the St. John's gym for some reason, and I had package that I'd just gotten. I went into the weight room, and there was a woman in her late 20's that had a shirt on that said 'I pity the central Goth'; when I walked in and went to the dumbbell area she walked into the back room to do something or other, past a bunch of the water dispenser things that show up and big SJC functions -- for some reason they were set up next to the high pull-up bar, on a table with a white tablecloth.
Something about the package necessitated that I have a strong heat source for it, so I proceeded to grab a welder from somewhere and use a melee weapon, which I presume I was carrying with me the whole time, on fire. The fire melted the end of the melee axe, and then the melee axe became a welder somehow, heating up some dumbbells, the adjustable part of the bench, and a barbell until in a chain reaction that made all of them white-hot.
At this point, the woman came out of the back and, seeing all the white-hot stuff around me, picked up a cloth and started cooling dumbells and weight racks down with it, somehow. She looked at me, and rather than ask me to explain what in the world I was doing, just glanced at the melee axe that was still in my hand and said "you're lucky that you didn't get burned too." I nodded.
After this, I went to the second entrance to the weight room and, standing in the doorway, started to open my package. It was from Alamo Bread, I think, and it contained the ingredients necessary to make the bread as well as bread and butter and milk to survive on while I was making it. There was a large pitcher of green liquid inside it, too, which I presume must have been some sports drink -- or my immortal soul.
Then Mr. Black, except he looked like a combination of Mr. Black and Alan Rickman, came over to where I was from by the lat pull-down machine. He asked me where he had seen this stuff before, and I replied that when I had had my oral with him I had shared some of the survival contents of a similar package with him. He nodded, and walked back to the table where he had been sitting with Mr. Nambiar, saying, "I must have been some bear of an avatar." They both laughed uproariously, and I woke up.
In an unrelated note, I am still single and quirky as ever.. I wonder if this life I'm leading is going to be good for me. Oh, well; don't worry about what you missed in the past month, since it was mostly just me doing my classwork and reading some non-class books -- a process, I might add, under which I am still existing. It's fun to read books, but it's hard to read books and go to school and do NaNo, and that was the problem I ended up having.
Of course, that depends on what I'm going to do with my summer. I'm not entirely certain about that yet, but what I'm thinking for the moment is that I should go home and relax a bit, since I really didn't before. I need to figure out if I like mathematics as much as it seems I do here at St. John's, and one way to do that would be to take some class at UVA over the summer -- if there's one available -- and I could have access to the pool and do all sorts of conditioning sorts of things that don't require weights that I've never done since I've always have access to weights around here. It's just going to be a matter of how much money I'm willing not to make, I think, cuz if I do that, and if my mom won't help me with classes, I'll probably end up losing a fair amount of money unless I have a nice job. I still want to go home, though, even after all that, so I think it's probly something I should really hard to make possible.
Home will be much nicer than being up here, I think... I won't have to worry so much about preparing my own food, and I'll have a lot of time to myself. I'm still in need of learning some discipline: as Lauren said, "It's nice to be brilliant, but sometimes I wish I could trade it in for a little work ethic" -- pretty sure that that applies to me as well. Breaking into the writing business is going to require hard work, if that's what I end up wanting to do, and that's hard work that I haven't done yet.
I had a dream while I was oversleeping this morning, and I did that thing Genna says she does and said it to myself before I was completely awake, so I remember it even now.
I was in the St. John's gym for some reason, and I had package that I'd just gotten. I went into the weight room, and there was a woman in her late 20's that had a shirt on that said 'I pity the central Goth'; when I walked in and went to the dumbbell area she walked into the back room to do something or other, past a bunch of the water dispenser things that show up and big SJC functions -- for some reason they were set up next to the high pull-up bar, on a table with a white tablecloth.
Something about the package necessitated that I have a strong heat source for it, so I proceeded to grab a welder from somewhere and use a melee weapon, which I presume I was carrying with me the whole time, on fire. The fire melted the end of the melee axe, and then the melee axe became a welder somehow, heating up some dumbbells, the adjustable part of the bench, and a barbell until in a chain reaction that made all of them white-hot.
At this point, the woman came out of the back and, seeing all the white-hot stuff around me, picked up a cloth and started cooling dumbells and weight racks down with it, somehow. She looked at me, and rather than ask me to explain what in the world I was doing, just glanced at the melee axe that was still in my hand and said "you're lucky that you didn't get burned too." I nodded.
After this, I went to the second entrance to the weight room and, standing in the doorway, started to open my package. It was from Alamo Bread, I think, and it contained the ingredients necessary to make the bread as well as bread and butter and milk to survive on while I was making it. There was a large pitcher of green liquid inside it, too, which I presume must have been some sports drink -- or my immortal soul.
Then Mr. Black, except he looked like a combination of Mr. Black and Alan Rickman, came over to where I was from by the lat pull-down machine. He asked me where he had seen this stuff before, and I replied that when I had had my oral with him I had shared some of the survival contents of a similar package with him. He nodded, and walked back to the table where he had been sitting with Mr. Nambiar, saying, "I must have been some bear of an avatar." They both laughed uproariously, and I woke up.
In an unrelated note, I am still single and quirky as ever.. I wonder if this life I'm leading is going to be good for me. Oh, well; don't worry about what you missed in the past month, since it was mostly just me doing my classwork and reading some non-class books -- a process, I might add, under which I am still existing. It's fun to read books, but it's hard to read books and go to school and do NaNo, and that was the problem I ended up having.